A Memory Called Bangalore (Bengaluru)

I have been trying to write this for a long time now.. It has been difficult to come back home, knowing that I will be missing a lot of things in Bangalore. All the crazy acts, all the stupidity, the smiles, the tears.. They are all a part of this beautiful memory.. A memory called Bangalore..

The feeling of leaving Bangalore did not sink in till I was alone in the bus, travelling back to Mumbai.. I sat there, on my own, looking at the raindrops sliding down the bus window, but not really paying attention to them.. I was using the windows as a screen to play the slideshow of pictures of the two years gone by.. The window started getting blurred and I realized that it was not the raindrops outside blurring my vision, but the tears in my eyes were.. The feeling of jumping off the bus and running back 'home' was so overwhelming.. I felt like I had just woken up from a beautiful dream.. 

I realized that sometimes, it feels good to keep dreaming 'coz if the dream comes true, you don't have anything to dream about.. 

I was in love with this city which had given me the best years of my life.. 

I learnt a lot from Bangalore.. Everything from the daily chores to new languages, photography to travelling, getting along with the crowd to standing out of it and playing the violin and the guitar.. 

How I miss the tea at 3 AM on the terrace, walking on the streets at 1 am singing at the top of my voice and so many acts of craziness.. 

So many little crazy dreams were fulfilled in these two years.. Jumping off the train at an unknown place, dancing on the streets, travelling in a forklift are just a few... 

And finally, the best of the lot were the friends that I made in Bangalore, responsible for making these two years the best of my life.. I won't like to write down the names coz I am afraid I might miss out someone.. You taught me to say 'yes' to the moment and made me realize that I might not be able to do it again!!!

But all along, I knew at the back of my mind that I had to come back.. Someday.. 

The path was always there.. It was up to me to take it or leave it.. It was just like the time when I had to come to Bangalore.. I was not strong enough to start the journey.. But I got stronger as I started the journey.. 

I will miss this place.. I will miss my friends.. I will miss this memory.. A memory called Bangalore